into fire (dreamnotfound) (complete)

six.

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We break away, and the silence is loud, yet it's not uncomfortable. Deciding to get some rest, the two of us lay out our blankets, side by side, with merely a foot or so apart.

I lay on my back, looking up at the thick leaf coverage above us. I can just barely see the moon through a break in them, yet it looks beautiful.

Not as beautiful as Dream. The thought comes out of nowhere, and my cheeks heat involuntarily. Shut up. I tell myself.

My eyelids fall shut after a few minutes, but not before I hear Dream snoring very softly. In the night, I wake, the air beginning to get slightly colder than normal. My muscles tense.

We can sleep for a few more hours, but we need to be on the move before the sun rises.

I look over at Dream, his mask still off. Smiling softly, I turn over, facing him. I reach out, brushing the hair out of his face softly. My face heats. This is a totally normal, and not creepy thing to do, right?

You're an idiot. I tell myself. Yeah, I am. I agree.

As I'm zoned out, talking to myself, Dream seems to move in his sleep, capturing my hand in his own. I gasp softly, hoping that I didn't wake him. Suddenly, I'm pulled forward with a surprising amount of strength for an unconscious person.

I'm nearly flush against his chest before I realize what's happening. Before I start to pull away, his other arm wraps around my torso, effectively trapping me against his body.

Yet for some reason, I don't seem to mind too much. His body is warm against the air slowly cooling, and I haven't had physical contact like this with anyone since... since Sapnap.

But it feels different than that, somehow. With him, we would cuddle for hours, just because it was comfortable, and we were best friends. With Dream, it just... it's just different.

I close my eyes again, taking in the warmth of Dream's skin. Sleep takes over me, and I fall into the abyss of my mind once more.

When I wake, Dream is still sleeping, but I can tell by the temperature of the air that we need to go soon. Attempting to untangle my arms and legs from Dream's, I say his name multiple times, but he merely groans and mumbles something that I don't understand.

"Dream, come on. We have to go." I say, putting emphasis on his name. He makes a noise at the back of his throat, almost a growl, and throws his arms out, capturing me again and pulling me prisoner against his chest again.

I wriggle, trying to break free, but he just grips me tighter, his face pressed against my neck. Stopping for a moment, I notice how his nose is flush against the sensitive skin of my neck, and a feeling bubbles in my stomach.

My mouth opens slightly, and I'm about to say something, but I swear that I feel his lips brush my skin. The feeling grows and spreads from my stomach. Dream doesn't seem to realize what he's doing. He's only half conscious.

But does that really change anything? Would he still do this when awake? I think to myself, yet I already know the answer. Idiot. Of course not.

But would I want him to? Does he feel anything for me? My brain freezes. Wait... Do I feel something for him? My breathing speeds up as my mind races, considering the possibility.